Educating Special Boys In The Feminist Republic - Chapter 1, History Lesson free porn video

Kyle was half listening to his eighth grade teacher as she droned on about recent history because he was furtively reading ahead in the book as usual. There were topics in the book that he knew Ms. Jayne Wood would be skipping over, and he was curious about them. He was well aware that boys were discouraged from independent reading or any independent academic activity, but the girls were encouraged to be learn and study whatever they wanted. Girls could even select their own books to take home from the school library. Regardless of the frequent negative comments received from the teachers Kyle loved all his school subjects from art to science, and always had the top academic scores of anyone in the boys' cohort. In past years there had been a lot of boys in his grade, but each year more and more dropped out of school. They either started apprenticeship training or just went off to work along with their fathers and the other adult men. Most of them left school barely read or handle simple numbers, but that was regarded as enough education for them to work. This year there was only one other boy still in his class. Kyle had known Jimmy Smith for years and they used to play and do pranks together, but not any more. Jimmy started doing more and more macho things while Kyle remained a real goody-goody who was obsessed with obeying his mother's rules and pleasing the teachers. In earlier grades Kyle was able to hang out with both the boys and the girls. Now in middle school Kyle was mostly alone because interaction between boys and girls was strongly discouraged. "Do you want to go with me and practice throwing a ball?" James would always ask as the headed out to recess. "You need to build up some upper body strength. You look frail for our age." Every day it was the same boring routine. Kyle could not disagree. He was short, thin, and looked like more like a sixth grader. Reluctantly he would join James at the edge of the school grounds while jealously watching Ms Wood, or another teacher, lead the girls through stretching exercises and dance routines. Whether in academic subjects, extracurricular activities, or at home, girls always got extra attention and opportunities. Suddenly Kyle's mind returned to the history class in progress. Ms. Wood was asking questions, and Kyle wanted to be prepared even though she usually only called on the girls. "Emily, name a work of classic literature that is considered an inspiration for the founding of our contemporary Feminist Republic of Pacifica." Emily paused while Pamela, who sat next to her, whispered something. "The Greek play 'Lysistrata' where the women brought an end to war by exerting their s-s-s ..., their power over men." "It is OK to use the word 'sexual' in social studies class. We are all big girls here. Well, except for James and Kyle of course. Pamela, see if you can answer the next question more completely- how do women in our Republic use their power to control men?" "Our book says that 'males live in work camps where they are rewarded with drugs, alcohol, pornography, and the chance to earn enough social credit to be a sperm donor. Technology and automation now allow males to be content without being serviced by females.' But, I am not sure what all these words mean." Kyle cringed. He had only a vague idea of what life would be like after he was forced to leave school. What he knew was mostly from hearing other boys talk. It did not sound appealing. Kyle was the only child of a single mother, and had no contact with his presumed father or other adult male relatives. "Knowing what all that means is not a problem, Pamela. You girls are only in Middle School and you will learn much more about these things in High School and college. Next, Stacy, what happened in our country in the years just before the Social Transformation?" "Those years were the 'Time of Trouble' when misogynistic and patriarchial leaders caused needless wars and hardship." "Very precise, I see you have been studying. Now Carol, explain what happened in the Great Social Transformation." "Women rebelled and used technology to gain control of safe territorial enclaves. Within these territories the women took power away from the men. Once the women had power they resolved to keep it and prevent masculinity from ever again setting the social agenda." "And how did the feminist leaders achieve this, Rebecca?" "They banned males from all the important political, managerial, and technological positions, and relegated men to unskilled labor so that their brains were disempowered, but their brawn could contribute to social advancement." "That is an exact quotation from the text, very good." Kyle noticed that the teacher was directing questions in seating row order. Maybe she would call on him when his turn came. He continued to listen to the questions carefully. He knew that he had excellent memory and could recite as needed from the book as well as any girl. But, when it should have been his turn, the next question was directed to the girl beside him. Hillary was a smart, popular girl who was always nice to Kyle. He wished they could still be friends like they had been in Elementary School. "And what education policies have been established to maintain feminist control of political and economic power?" "Males are only allowed enough education to function in their assigned work. All males must leave school as soon as they are employable at productive work appropriate to their aptitude and natural skills. Males are not allowed to continue into high school or college." Hillary looked at Kyle with a knowing smile as she finished her response. They both knew that this year was the end of Middle School and the end of Kyle's allowed education. Nervously Kyle raised his hand and looked at Ms. Wood. Sounding annoyed she said, "I did not call on you, Kyle. Do you have something worthwhile to say?" Several of the girls giggled at the teacher's put down. "Do all boys have to leave after eighth grade? Aren't there any exceptions?" A bigger wave of giggles passed through the classroom. James glanced at Kyle with a "you dummy" look. Surprisingly, Ms. Wood appeared to take the question seriously. "Well, occasionally there is an special boy with exceptional intellectual endowments that would be of great benefit in protecting our feminist republic in a hostile world. These boys are selected by the career counselors and are placed in a rigorous treatment program that makes them completely into girls. After reassignment as girls they can go to High School and College. They then spend the rest of their life contributing to society as women in appropriate female social and professional roles." Gasps replaced the giggles and everyone seemed to be staring at Kyle. Kyle's face turned red as the teacher resumed the lesson. Hillary leaned over and whispered into his ear, "Maybe you should be one of the special boys!" The rest of the day Kyle's mind was spinning and it took real effort to stay focused on what was going on in class, even in his favorite subjects like arithmetic. It always bothered him that the smart girls were able to take real mathematics classes, but the boys and the few girls who disliked science were taught only basic numbers and arithmetic. Finally the school day was over. Jimmy caught up with him as he headed home. "That was a stupid question you asked. What kind of guy would want to stay in school longer that what the career counselor team insisted on? The only reason you and I are still in school is because we both got scores that make us eligible to be construction foremen in a technical trade. Being a foreman requires completing eighth grade arithmetic and writing." "Yeah, I know." "Aren't you looking forward to getting out of that girly school? Wouldn't it be great to be out working with a bunch of men all day." Kyle looked off into the distance. "Who would want to be made into a girl anyway? Sounds dumb having to wear dresses and makeup. I bet the first treatment those boys get is having their balls chopped off so they can grow boobs instead." "Please stop. I'm thinking." Jimmy gave Kyle a strange look, shrugged his shoulders, and headed home at a quick pace. Kyle arrived home, headed up to his room, and tried to do his homework as usual, but his mind was elsewhere. What good was it to be excellent in school if the best he could become was foreman on a filthy construction site supervising semiliterate workers who could not figure out anything that involved arithmetic? It was the girls who got to continue through high school and college and become government officials, military officers, engineers, computer programmers, medical doctors, and all the other educated professions that have control over the direction of a modern technological society. He kept thinking about the Ms. Wood's answer to his question. In the back of his mind he recalled hearing something like this before, but never so explicitly. What did it take to be become one of those special boys who were made into girls? What did those treatments involve? What happened to them when they became teenagers? He knew that this kind of information was somewhere, but how to find it? As a boy his access to the internet and library books was highly, highly restricted. Boys had to go through an adult gatekeeper to access almost any information beyond school books and approved boy reading. Keeping boys ignorant about the world was one of the many restrictions had been placed on the upbringing of male children as part of the Great Social Transformation to prevent men from ever regaining power. Maybe he could ask someone about these special boys, but who and how? "Kyle, it's time for dinner." Kyle got up and shuffled to the kitchen. His stomach was in knots from what he had been thinking. Even on a normal day he did not eat much. If he had talked to anyone about his diet he would have been told that he had an eating disorder caused by early adolescent anxiety. His mother certainly observed the pattern, but never said anything about it. The transition from childhood to grown-up work, the coming end of school, the prospect of moving from home into a man camp dormitory associated with his assigned employment, the unfair preferential treatment girls always got compared to boys, all added up to an overwhelming crisis in Kyle's mind. After nibbling on his dinner Kyle went back to his room and tried to study for a while before tumbling into bed. He was not really sleepy and much of the night was spent thinking about his dismal situation and trying to imagine alternatives. The next day he watched for an opportunity to talk to Hillary. After elementary school girls were discouraged from socializing with boys, but it was still possible to talk to a girl once in a while. Kyle saw her walking alone in the hall at the start of lunch time and took the risk of going up to her. "Were you joking when you made that comment in history class yesterday?' "Maybe, maybe not. You are awfully smart for a boy." She gave him a knowing look. "Not smart, I just like to study and do well in school." "That's a silly thing for a boy to say. You sound like a girl." "Will you do me a favor? I need to know more about the special boys who are made into girls. Who picks them and why? All that. Could you do a little reading about this and tell me what you found?" "Why don't you read about it yourself?" "You know that boys don't have library access to read what they want, and we are only allowed highly restricted internet accounts. You girls can explore and discover freely." "Maybe there is a good reason for that. If boys learn too much they could grow up into troublemakers." Hillary looked concerned. "You shouldn't be asking such questions. You know we are asked to report to the teacher if we find out about any boys looking at unapproved material." "Please don't report me," Kyle pleaded. "Well, I don't want to cause trouble, but you know I try to be a good girl and follow rules." Hillary glanced around. "People will wonder what we are taking about if we keep this up. Good bye." As she started walking away she turned. " I wish I could help." Just then Kyle saw Stacy quickly walking down the hall. She positioned herself next to Hillary in a defensive posture and gave Kyle a mean look as the two girls turned their backs and marched into the lunch room. Kyle knew she was right. His questions were entering forbidden territory. Still the idea of not having to leave school and move to a work camp was irresistible. More and more questions were churning in his mind. A few days later Kyle lingered until the social studies classroom was nearly empty and then timidly walked up to Ms. Wood's desk. "Remember that question I asked about boys leaving school - you know, about exceptions. Can you tell me more? Please." Ms. Wood looked at Kyle with compassion. "I already told you more than a boy should know. If you keep this up I may have to send you to the counselors. You know that following gender and career roles is very important to the stability of our country. You seem to be very troubled and at risk. Now head to your next class before you are late." The rest of the school day was enjoyable as usual, but a deep sense of foreboding kept Kyle agitated. Jimmy did not join him on the walk home, which had become the new normal. Alone in his thoughts Kyle wondered what he could do next. Hillary had refused to help. Stacy, his other favorite Elementary School playmate, had become even more distant. Both Hillary and Stacy were teacher's pets who were obsessive about being role models for the other girls. They had reminded him more than once that mixed playing with boys and girls together was acceptable for little kids but discouraged for even eight and nine year olds and they were now almost teens. Kyle thought about the long conversations he used to have with his mother and all the fun things they did together. This had gotten him in trouble with his friends at times; like when they peered through the window and saw him helping Mom cook lunch. He was called a sissy momma's boy for weeks afterward. The questions in Kyle's mind seemed to be something Mom could help with, but how to bring up the subject? Besides, what if she responded like Hillary and Ms. Wood had, and told him this was not something to talk about? As usual Kyle headed to his room. He took out his arithmetic book and a piece of paper and started to explore some of the topics not covered in class. He had already studied topics far beyond what was needed to become a construction foreman, but getting lost in arithmetic and even real math and science was a way to cope. He remembered that he had been given a basic geometry handout since that material was useful for construction. He switched from arithmetic to geometry and started thinking about triangles. He suspected some things were always true, and tried to prove these ideas to himself. He thought he heard his mother talking on the phone, but continued to do sketch geometry problems and try to work out the proofs. Mom was unusually quiet at dinner. She kept looking at him like something was on her mind. Kyle ate only a little because the stress of the last few days ruined what little appetite he normally had. After dinner Kyle helped clean up. He knew that other preteen boys would never be caught helping their mother with cooking and housework. "Kyle, lets go in the living room and talk." This sounded ominous. Her attitude indicated this was more than a friendly talk, and it probably meant something bad was in his future. "Ms. Jayne Wood, your teacher, called me with a report." There was a long pause. "She said you have been asking about special boys who are made into girls. You have asked her unusual questions more than once, and she received a report that you even asked a female classmate to get information for you. Do you know what I am talking about?" Kyle nodded. Hillary reported him after all. "You were asking about special boys who are selected to be made into girls so that they can continue in school and eventually go to college. She asked if we had ever discussed this at home, and if you had ever expressed such interests. "Let me tell you something. First, this topic is not something a boy your age should be concerned about. Second, asking about these things is likely to get you into trouble. Third, the stability of our society depends on everyone following appropriate career and gender roles as determined by social experts. But, since you started it, I will tell you a little about boys who are selected to be made into girls. The feminization treatment is something that is done only with special boys whose personality indicates that they will be extremely sympathetic with our feminist society and who also have exceptional talents that make them suitable for one of the highly trained professions. If they meet all the criteria they are put into a special physical and mental treatment program that makes them into girls. The transition is complete, permanent, and they grow up to live as women. Is that enough for you?" "How long has this been going on?," Kyle asked with hesitation. "In the early years of the Great Social Transformation there was a great need for technical talent to rebuild the country. Our leaders remembered how Imperial China used eunuchs as trusted servants of the court. You know what a eunuch is? No? I'll explain later. Men who were willing to serve the feminist cause were spared from banishment to the work camps, but had to make a physical sacrifice to show their loyalty and commitment. Because this first generation of contributing males became eunuchs as adults they were incomplete men, not real women. The policy of retaining the intellectual skills of effeminate males evolved. Now counselors and teachers look for exceptional young boys in elementary school and start feminizing them while really young." What was his mother trying to tell him? When he looked up he saw that is mother had tears streaming down her face. "Why did you start asking these questions. I never expected this to happen. Compared to typical boys you have been unusually close to me. I may have made mistakes bringing you up. Now I don't know what will happen. " Kyle was both frightened and confused. "Ms. Wood asked me a lot of questions and I am sure she was taking notes as we talked. After a while she said she was going to report this situation to the school counseling staff. I don't want anything bad to happen to you." Kyle wandered off to his room, threw himself down on the bed, and sobbed. After a while he started wondering if his many years of outstanding scores in school would still be his salvation. With great effort he tried to do some homework before dozing off completely exhausted. Kyle could see that his mother was still upset the next morning at breakfast. He ate quickly and figured it was best to get out of her way. But, when he tried to go Mother wanted to talk. " Kyle, we never talk very much about our relationship and your personality. I guess I find it all very difficult." "That's OK, Mom." "Maybe we should have had this conversation earlier. I would be delighted to have had a daughter. Is being made into a girl something that you would have wanted? You are too old for all this now." Kyle did not know how to respond to that bombshell. And what did her last remark mean? "Ms. Wood said that a lot of what will happen to you needs to be determined by the career counselor and other professionals. She said she was concerned about you, and that you probably will not like what you will be told by the counselor. Remember that I love you no matter what the outcome." Kyle headed to school as usual, but deliberately avoided looking at Ms. Wood as he walked into history class. From his mother's remarks he was not sure whether Ms. Wood was his friend, his foe, or was just a pawn playing an assigned role. As soon as the room settled down Kyle was singled out. "Kyle Clark, you have a meeting in the counselor's office scheduled for this class time tomorrow. Please go directly there." Kyle realized that everyone was staring at him. Looking around he saw Stacy looking smug, but Hillary was looking sympathetic. Jimmy a had curious look that changed as the teacher addressed him next. "James Smith, I am also excusing you from social studies tomorrow. You can occupy yourself outside on the sports field. Just stay on the school grounds. "Girls, since both Kyle and James will be absent tomorrow I will adjust the topic schedule a bit. We will discuss how the Great Social Transformation and modern medical technology has change human reproduction compared to prior times. As eighth graders much of this will be unfamiliar to you, and it will be much easier to talk explicitly without any potential sperm donors around." She waited for the giggling to die down. "Now, let us start today's lesson." As they headed out after class Jimmy body checked Kyle forcibly against the hallway wall. "You dumb shit - what kind of trouble are you causing? Why are you asking about being allowed to stay in school and all that? Do you think you wanna be a girl?" Jimmy tilted his head, glared in an assertive manner, and headed off. Kyle felt his sore shoulder but it did not feel like he had been bumped hard enough to cause any swelling. As he looked up he noticed Hillary slipping over to be within earshot. "We only have a few seconds to talk. I didn't reported you. I decided to help you and was looking things up in the library. Stacy came by and saw the websites I had open. She demanded I tell her what I was doing. She asked what you and I were talking about last time. She figured everything out. Stacy is the one who reported you. I'm sorry. Bye. Good luck." Kyle's mind was racing. Hillary actually tried to answer his questions. What is the counselor going to say to me tomorrow? Ms. Wood had said I would not like what I was going to be told. Why do Mother and Ms. Wood seem so apprehensive? Am I in trouble? The next morning Kyle got up and picked out his newest and best school clothes. Boys usually are totally casual and informal about their school presentation, but somehow Kyle suspected that he should look neat and well groomed for today's meeting. He inspected his body while washing. He was still short, thin, and had not developed any face or body hair. He got a lot of teasing from the other boys about this in the gym locker room, but he did not care. He was not even embarrassed in school choir when he had to stand with the girls and sing the soprano line rather than the tenor or bass parts that had become the voice range of Jimmy and the few other boys remaining in school. He had learned about body changes in puberty and was not looking forward to them. Kyle sat nervously on a chair in the counselor's office waiting area enduring glances through the window from people passing in the hallway. Officially boys came here to be evaluated for their future apprenticeship or work assignment after finishing their formal education and were ready to be removed from school. But, much more commonly boys were sent here to be disciplined for some transgression against the social order. Suddenly his name was called and he was ushered through an office door, where he saw a wooden chair in front of the desk of a kindly, attractive woman in a well-tailored business dress. She looked familiar and Kyle suddenly remembered that Ms. Madeline Lee was Hillary's mother. The family resemblance was striking. "Kyle Smith, I will be brief and to the point. I have received a report that you have been asking questions about inappropriate topics. In response I have reviewed your files and talked to those who know you. The information I have received from your teachers and your mother present me with an unusual and difficult case. "First a few quick questions to see if your answers match what others have told me: Are you looking forward to your assigned career role as a construction foreman? Do you enjoy being in school? Do you want to continue in school and be trained for a technical profession? And lastly, did you enjoy playing with Hillary and Stacy and the other girls when you were in first through forth grade?" The questions were unexpected, but Kyle was a quick thinker. Without hesitation he answered, "No, yes, yes very much, and yes those were the most fun times of my life!" "Exactly what I expected. Very direct and well spoken. I will also mention that I am impressed by your appearance today. You are very well groomed for a boy. Unfortunately, we have a problem. Let me explain. "Your academic record and personality assessments indicate that when you in elementary school you likely met the criteria to be one of the exceptional boys who were selected for reassignment as a girl. At an early age you showed great potential for being successfully made into a girl and growing up as a female. As you progressed in school year by year your academic performance continued to be far above what is expected for a boy, and was even well above average for a girl. The recent interviews I conducted with your teachers indicates that your classroom demeanor, and your relationship with your mother are still very similar to what is normally expected for a girl. Your socialization in Elementary School indicated distinctly feminine preferences, but it appears that in Middle School you started to keep your feeling hidden, perhaps to avoid bullying. "Overall, the files indicate that you should have been identified as a reassignment candidate. You should have been given the option to become a girl years ago." Kyle was on the edge of the chair listening. This all sounded so promising. "However, as I said there is a problem. For some reason you were not properly assessed back in Elementary School. Your promising characteristics were overlooked. No one initiated the necessary actions. No support statement from your mother is on record. As a result you have wasted the last four years attending middle school as a boy. You have missed out on important socialization and intellectual enrichment experiences." Kyle looked down at the floor. "Are you saying that I missed my chance?" "There may still be a way for you to become a girl. Do you want to hear about this option?". Kyle looked desperate, and it took a moment to make a sound. "Yes." "The Great Social Transformation had the goal of putting all the important positions in society in the hands of females to prevent any recurrence of the times of trouble. Our country exists in a hostile world and needs all the available intellectual and technical talent to maintain our country's international stature and the ability to preserve and defend our feminist ideals. Exceptional intellectual gifts are not constrained by biological sex. Our leaders realized that they could not waste exceptional math and science talent just because the brain was in a male body. Your mother told you about the eunuchs who served the Feminist Republic in the early years. These incomplete men served their purpose, but were politically suspect and often unreliable. "Now, the goal is to select these exceptional male talents as young as possible and begin the feminization process early. Normally candidates spend four or five years being fully socialized as girls before medical intervention to start female puberty. The long preparatory period with annual progress evaluation ensures that we identify those who will grow up to be mentally as well as physically female. "You are twelve, almost thirteen, and are at the threshold of male puberty. Basically according to the normal standards you are too old to be a candidate for reassignment as a girl." Kyle slumped back in the chair in despair. There seemed to be no hope; no chance to continue in school; no future other than the work camps, only a grim future as a man. The counselor waited a moment for all this to sink in before continuing. "However, your case is exceptional. Looking at your elementary school file I see someone who would have been an excellent candidate for reassignment both intellectually and socially, but something went wrong. Since then you have shown absolutely extraordinary ability in math, science, and social studies. Your behavioral evaluations are also very favorable for a male student. I do not think our society should let your talents go to waste in the work camps. You are also fortunate in that you have a naturally androgynous build and have not yet started puberty. Your mind and body would likely still respond well to treatment. Ms Lee gave a sly smile. " How would you feel if you started growing breasts like the other girls your age?" Kyle's eyes went wide. Before he could answer Ms. Lee resumed, "Your expression and body language tell me I have guessed right. Emotional responses to unexpected questions tell a counselor a great deal about your innermost thoughts." "You mean I might still be able to become a girl?" Kyle asked in a tentative voice. "Maybe. I talked to my peer counselors and they agreed your situation is unique. They recommended a full assessment and a committee review of your case as quickly as possible. The first task will be for you to take the eighth grade aptitude test which is scheduled in three weeks. Normally boys never take this test because they are at the end of their schooling, but there is no rule prohibiting it. I can just put your name on the roster. "I need to warn you that you will be at a big disadvantage for the test. As a boy you have not taken the math and science enrichment classes that girls on the science and technology track are offered, nor have you participated in the intellectually stimulating extracurricular clubs that we provide to develop girl's social and mental skills. You will have to rely on your native ability and wit. "If you pass this academic assessment hurdle you will still need to be fully evaluated for gender traits at the Regional Assessment Center. You have not spent the past four or five years being socialized as a girl. You will have a hard time convincing some of my peers that you are a viable candidate for gender reassignment at your age. But, if you do exceptionally well on the aptitude test you will at least have a chance to present your case to the regional gender and career evaluation team. My hope is that you can win the skeptics over." Kyle left the counselor's office in a daze. The meeting had taken only a few minutes, but had felt like a lifetime. It was still social studies period so Jimmy would be outside throwing a ball against a wall or doing some similar typical boy activity. Kyle was not interested in being with Jimmy right now. He did not feel like phoning his mother either. He needed time to get his thoughts in order before confronting her with what he has learned. The person he really wanted to talk to was Hillary, but he well knew from past experience that this would be risky. Boy-girl conversations were highly discouraged at school, and he did not want to cause any trouble, especially now. Still. Hillary might be able to help. Everything was so confusing. How was he ever going to be able to pass the aptitude assessment on his wit alone? And what did Ms. Lee mean when she talked about needing to be fully evaluated for gender traits? How would Mother react? Who were is allies in all this?